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From top: Kenny Daglish with the European Cup, 1978; Listrade

Trigger warning: this is about a very trivial thing, it’s also about football (the association variety) and will involve some form of a happy fan of Liverpool Football Club.

If you’re in anyway familiar with The Second Captain’s Podcast then you’ve probably heard the Michael Parkinson clip. The bit where he succinctly and accurately describes sport as being the opposite of anything important like life or death and that’s what makes it so important.

I needed it last night [Roma Vs Liverpool[ European Champions League]. It was only a Semi Final, it’s not a trophy, but win or lose last night, I needed that escapism.

There will always be more important things than the success or failure of a bunch of millionaires of a tribe that I’ve decided to join, a hell of a lot more important things. But it hasn’t been pleasant to be so pissed off all the time, and I hardly use or look at social media any more, but stuff is still pissing me off.

At 43 I’ve seen a few of the booms and a lot of the busts. I’ve been at different points of the spectrum through both, sometimes at the bottom, sometimes in the middle, but there was always footie.

I mean, there are other sports and sporting victories that have been pleasant and exciting, but I’ve never known the collective lifting of spirits or collective lowering that comes from the highs and lows of association football. Emphasis on the fact that I’m speaking for myself and not saying that others don’t or shouldn’t.

We can lament how there’s a focus on the English League and one specific team in the Scottish league, but that’s to ignore history…and to some extent geography.

Take or leave Eamon Dunphy, but his autobiography “The Rocky Road” gives a good overview of life in Dublin in the 50s and 60s. Soccer wasn’t the media behemoth it was now. Even in Britain it was still largely a working-class pursuit and interest.

To be a soccer fan in Ireland at that time wasn’t exactly smiled upon, to want to be a soccer player wasn’t exactly supported or welcomed. That’s the environment my generation grew up in. It meant a lot, a hell of a lot and you kind of absorb that when you’re growing up.

But then the Irish lads started to do alright, they started to win things, you could watch them on the telly. It became an escape and just like heading out after seeing Star Wars and recreating the film on the streets with your mates with nothing more than a couple of sticks you’ve found lying around, you could recreate the game with anywhere between five and fifty of you (latter if it was a big game) with nothing more than some jumpers and anything that could stand in for a ball.

It wasn’t just a thing you watched on telly, it was in the streets too. You’d save up and manage to get an actual leather ball, jealous of the kid whose parents had got him the Mitre Delta while you’ve still got the old battered no-make ball with one of the leather hexagons missing and a large orange rubber egg sticking through.

And in many areas it was also forbidden, not just from the political sense, but from the noise and nuisance.“No Ball Games” signs started to creep up around where kids where just being kids and we all knew the houses some old bastard lived in where you’d never get the ball back if it went into their yard. Legend had it one would come out with a knife and stab the ball. Rob swore his brother had seen her do it.

I know it’s different now, but for many of my age and older, that legacy is still there and that’s part of why we like it and why, if we’re honest, we have this irrational passion for an unconnected sporting club that can dictate what mood we go into work the next day.

For all the real bad times in the 70s, 80s and 90s, nobody went into work or school in a foul mood over something a politician had done or hadn’t done or any of the “Troubles”.

It isn’t to say we didn’t care, we did, very much so, but that crap of life was just that: life. Get beat by United on Saturday? We’d spend Sunday wondering how we’re going to get out of work on Monday, we know what’s coming. Win against United on Saturday? We’re the first ones clocking in. We’re sat waiting for the United fans to sheepishly walk in.

They could have declared war on the Sunday. We could have had the long threatened nuclear destruction, but that was too real and too important. We’d have still been moping or celebrating the weekend’s results, the war would be way down on the list of discussion points.

Something changed in the 90s. Yes the whole Sky and Premier League played a part, but also how that led to more coverage in the broadsheets.

Even as an avid pseudo-intellectual with “highbrow” literature stuffed in my pockets, conveniently placed so that every could see what I’m pretending to read, I read the broadsheets for my pseudo-intellectual political posturing, but I never read one for a match report. That was always the tabloids.

Then we switched to the broadsheets and their eloquence about the game. It fell into that Money Ball trap. Not so much the analysis by the teams, but in over-intellectualising the game.

Analysis and detail that missed the whole point. You can’t analyse something that is intangible, something that is sort of primal. You can’t analyse the skill of a player when the talent is down to innate ability and dedication to be the best. Football had to have a reason to exist rather than letting it exist and enjoyed for what it was.

It meant a lot to me and many around me, but we’ve no idea why and that doesn’t matter because the reasoning behind it isn’t important. It just is.

The fact that for several decades, the only escape we had from the realities of our lives was an occasional movie and ninety minutes of twenty-two men on a pitch once a week.

The extent of the analysis we put into Kenny Dalglish was simplified to he’s fucking brilliant. We didn’t need heatmaps of his activity or positioning or any other analysis than he stuck his arse out and people bounced off when he controlled the ball.

I’m self-aware enough to know the disease of nostalgia and especially nostalgia infected with a working-class chip on a shoulder. I actually like that new breed of analysis. I read and listen to it all the time (except when we lose), but that’s not why I watch or follow it. It never has been and never will. Last night was though.

That’s just me and the people I knew and grew up with or worked with. For us it was soccer, for others that escape might be GAA or anything else (though probably not rugby, I don’t remember many of the senior managers skipping in based on the rugby results). Parenting, geography, peers, they all help dictate what it is that gives us that escape.

And it’s a different escape. Books, television, film, music, etc can all be escapes, but too often there are analogies to current social issues, the very thing you were trying to escape from.

I can’t keep rereading the first two Patrick Rothfuss while waiting for the third book for my escapism. Maybe that’s why reality tv caught on in popularity. There’s no socio-political analogy in a group of kids trying to shag each other on an island or who makes the best scones.

I’ve another couple of escapes coming up. Two games to secure Champions League Football next season and a couple of Spurs and Chelsea fans to gloat to or hide from and of course an even bigger escape on 26th May. Same day as the rugby…The day after the Referendum.

It won’t mean anything. It won’t solve homelessness. It won’t change the result of the Referendum (though it may dictate what time I get up to vote). It won’t end corruption or incompetence or anything important.

But that’s the whole point and I’m glad I have it. We might win. We might lose. But for ninety or more minutes nothing else will be as trivial and consequently as important as that match.

We shouldn’t feel guilty for wanting or needing a short-term escape from reality and we shouldn’t over-analyses it either.

Once you have an escape, never apologise and you’ll never lose it. Once you have that feel, it’s harder to get rid of than tattoos.

Listrade can be found on twitter @listrade

Earlier: In Fairness


I’m great at spotting bandwagons, especially the ones I’m not part of. I use “bandwagon” as a pejorative, the mindless crowd led out onto the streets with pitchforks, not entirely sure what they’re angry about but damned sure everyone is going to know they’re angry.

Except, of course, when I’m part of a bandwagon. Then it isn’t a bandwagon at all, it’s the zeitgeist, it’s a movement, it’s righteous. My choice of mass ire is down to erudition and a deep critical understanding of the topic, all the other ones are just misguided and offensive.

It’s funny that even now, where social media is supposed to be the driver of outrage and public opinion, where TV and radio cover news events for 24 hours, it’s still the print media that largely controls the news.

Every news programme starts with a paper review. The news they cover is still dictated by what is put onto the front pages or what isn’t. And it continues throughout the day. Current events and sports, TV and radio are continually in deference to what is on the front or back pages.

It is discussed with the assumption that it is factual, right, newsworthy and the full picture. Rarely critiqued. Rarely questioned.

Example: how many of the people you know (in real life) are actually calling for Halligan to quit? How many of the people you know discussed the Halligan issue beyond maybe a five minute “bit of an idiot thing to do” if at all?

Seeing those front pages last night, I felt like theBill Hicks sketch talking about CNN news. Bad news Trump Bros, liberals were criticising liberal media for “fake news” a long time before you were. But there was this push to make it an issue. There was this weird attempt to make it an issue of “PC gone mad” with people calling for his resignation.

These “people” being the same group that Trump refers to in his “many people are saying”, i.e. no one. The only people calling for Halligan’s resignation are other politicians trying to create a scandal, don’t try and include me in this issue hoss.

Yet there it is, front page “Halligan told to quit…” There it is again discussed in the morning on the paper review. The slant being that it’s us, the snowflake generation, the virtue signallers, our Jo Malone Outrage scent diffuser wafting under our noses, stomping our feet and demanding his resignation. WE CAN’T EVEN TOUCH WOMEN’S KNEES NOW! WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TO?

Yet I’m looking around at my fellow snowflakes and not one is calling for his resignation, not one has said much beyond he’s an idiot and seven grand compo seems a bit much. *crickets chirping* Where’s all this shit happening?

It happens because we let it happen. Maybe not in the Halligan case, but there will be those who will use this politically manufactured outrage to further their own agenda, particularly when it is conflated with the #MeToo stories. But we allow it when the agenda is controlled in our favour.

This week we have new monsters out there, rich monsters, celebrity monsters hiding money away. Cherry picked monsters. Throw Bono under the bus, that’s always good for clicks. And that Mrs Brown fella. Never liked him, the show isn’t that funny, doesn’t matter that there are plenty of other attempts at comedy that aren’t that funny either, he’s popular with the working class so needs taking down a peg or two.

As long as we have a wicker man to burn down and destroy, we can get on with our lives pretending that we are innocent. It’ll blow over. Bono will continue to be sneered at and taxes will be brought up every time he tries to do something nice, but we’ll never look below that, never at ourselves.

The Paradise Papers (correction what we have been told so far about the Paradise Papers) are interesting. Not as explosive as the Panama Papers, and look how those changed the world of finance *ahem*, they show the same thing. And that thing isn’t celebrities.

Similar to any issue we see in the media, just check your outrage or your urge to defend and look at the reporting. The leak contains millions of documents and we’ve had a handful of names drip fed to us. Millionaires and Billionaires. Then comes the counter arguments. Those who take a stance just to argue against the outrage and not to discuss the issue.

Contrarians would argue that these complex off-shore systems are akin to Tax Credits, at least morally. Contrarians point out that there is nothing illegal going on here. It’s a manufactured debate, just as the current Halligan “debate” is. Not so much in that there isn’t something to be angry at, but as to the misdirection on where we focus our anger.

First, the contrarians are wrong, or at least misguided in their attempt to deliberately mislead us. But no more misleading than the deliberate targeting of celebrities.

It’s easy to clear up the counter-argument. Tax Credits are specific exemptions allowed in legislation to offset some costs or provide a financial reward for societal benefits. They are specifically written into the legislation to allow for the off set of tax. They are legal and moral because the law specifically says we can. We get some rules to follow. That and this, these and those. No one knows

The tax avoidance systems are not the same. They are loop holes. The large financial institutions (and they are all here in these papers) employ very well-paid people to find loop holes in order that tax can be avoided. Not so much looking for what is permitted, but finding things that aren’t explicitly prohibited. That is a key difference.

It is disingenuous to say that these are “legal”, they’re only legal because they have yet to be tested by a court. Technically right doesn’t mean something is legal, that is for a court to decide.

In the absence of clarity in legislation, judges can also interpret law based on “the spirit” or its intention. It’s why legislation has long titles as well as short. The long title outlines the intention of the legislation. EU directives have several pages dedicated to their intention to assist the courts in interpreting any grey areas.

It is hard to account for everything when drafting legislation. Hopefully the generality of some legislation means that everything is covered, but there are always grey areas. The financial industry has whole business units devoted to finding these grey areas and exploiting them.

That is not the same as me totting up my bin charges and medical expenses each year unless you are reducing it to an absurd level. My intention of only paying what I have to is generally correct, however the mechanism behind them are vastly different. These mechanisms for tax avoidance are only available to the very wealthy.

However, it is also wrong to only focus on the named wealthy people. I may not have much time for a constitutional monarchy, but I’d assume Queen Elizabeth II spends about as much time analysing her investments as I did analysing my pension statement last week.

I’ve honestly no idea where my money is invested. Actually, scratch that I do. Like your pension if you have one, it’s probably floating around various offshore accounts. It’s probably bouncing around from loophole to loophole as I speak. It was probably invested in the subprime mortgage system in the US ten years ago. It’s probably settled into some other scheme that is only legal by virtue of no one’s found it to be illegal just yet.

I’ve not asked. I’m not going to ask. The statement seemed to say everything is ok and as long as I continue to earn what I am and retire at 75, I should be able to survive on ten euro a week. But Bono’s a bastard, Brendan O’Carroll is a hypocrite. I think.

The immorality isn’t celebrities handing over the management of their finances to third parties. It’s the third parties and the financial companies they use who consistently chase new loop holes and avoidance measures. Our pensions and our investments, knowingly or otherwise, are tied up in the same mess.

We saw the exact same thing with the Panama Papers. The most interesting stories were buried in favour of the more scandalous. David Cameron’s exploits and property investments were given more print space than Prince Charles’s investment in a company setting up dodgy carbon trading for rain forests. A scheme he then lobbied on behalf of.

We’ll only remember Bono, not what may follow next, not the real scandals of those in power accumulating wealth, hiding their wealth. It’s more insidious that politicians deliberately hide their wealth through these schemes than how Brendan O’Carroll is paid. But that’s not what we’ll remember.

We’ll remember Michael Ashcroft hiding in a toilet, not why he was hiding in a toilet because the stories we’re being given are only about the toilet.

Anyway, there is some good news. Over the last few years an anti-corruption effort has discovered €2 billion “off-the-books” cash tucked away in a major institution. That’s one big mattress to be hiding cash in. The same investigations closed 5000 bank accounts owned by the Institution that were, let’s be generous and say “suspicious.” Templemore had nothing on these guys.

The investigation has led to firings within the institution, but has also revealed corruption in the police, government, financial institutions as well as organised crime. It has been one of the most significant anti-corruption movements in recent history. And it is all down to one man: Pope Francis.

Earlier this year, after taking on the Knights of Malta and sacking Matthew Festing (Prince and Grand Master Fra’ Matthew Festing to give him his full title, His Most Eminent Highness to us proles), Festing started a formal campaign to get Francis declared a heretic.

That’s pretty big news right? If we can have 24/7 coverage of a chimney while we wait for a Pope to be selected, then the extreme nuclear option of having him declared a heretic deserves some coverage.

Festing has support from other ousted right-wing conservative Catholics, support from the likes Steve Bannon and those who were previously enriched by the Roman Curia, but are now out of work and under investigation for corruption.

Y’all remember it right? It was in February. They put posters up in Rome and everything.

Nothing will change the financial institutions and financial system if we keep going along with the media driven cherry picked sacrificial lambs. I may be naïve, but I find politicians hiding revenue more odious and newsworthy than Bono not keeping track of his investments.

I find heirs to a throne interfering in politics to further their investments more odious and newsworthy than how Brendan O’Carroll’s financial advisor set up his company.

I find an 81-year-old man risking everything to take on corruption and accumulation of wealth in the Vatican more newsworthy than a stupid question asked at an interview by a politician who seems nice, if a bit dim.

It seems harder than ever to find the signal for all the noise of what we are supposed to be angry about. But we should always err on the side of caution. Remember those times you disagreed with the media agenda because outrage was opposite to your views? It works the same, even when we agree with the outrage in principle.

It’s never the full story, it’s never the real story, it’s always the story they want to tell.

Oh God, I’ve become that person, I’ve become the “What they won’t tell you in the MSM” Guy.

Listrade can be found on twitter @listrade



It was inevitable that at some point I would hear a statement from Leo Varadkar and think “he’s got a point there.” Such things happen.

Sometimes a person or group you oppose politically have a belief or position that isn’t that far away from your own. It doesn’t change who I am, it just confirms that politics is a collection of values rather than adherence to a single rule book.

Even though I too would be a Latte Socialist, I still wasn’t offended. For the sake of accuracy, I’m technically an Americano Socialist, but used to be a Supermarket-Generic-Brand-Freeze-Dried Socialist. I like to think I’m self-aware enough to get the reference though.

Well-meaning types, patronising, lacking self-awareness of their own privilege as they express empathy and concern.

The type that will spend a night out on the street for charity and hope that we will all validate their sacrifice and intentions. One night. Kitted out after a long day in the North Face outlet at Kildare Village.

A Thermos filled with warm nutritious Keto Soup. Knowing that you get to go home in the morning and have a piping hot shower and the chance to get into your warm plush bed just before you update your Instagram with your few hours of virtue.

The homeless of Ireland thank you for raising awareness by your sacrifice. You get the bonus of mentioning it every couple of months and the kit from North Face can rest in the attic, never to be used again.

The point being that the voice of the working class or the struggling is often only heard through the filter of the middle-class. Either as politicians or as journalists or some other new media means.

But then that’s the problem, the voice of the haute bourgeoisie (for there is no nobility here) is only heard via the middle-class too. That’s politics. Politicians and journalists represent a form of Ronnie Barker in the well-known Class Sketch.

Some seek to protect their betters (on the off chance they may get there too) and some seek to protect their lessers (they’ve seen every movie of Oxford Graduate Ken Loach don’t you know).

One is deferential, one is patronising. One maybe sipping lattes in Avoca sympathising with the plight of the common folk (the nice ones though) but making sure the doors are locked in the car while waiting at the lights at Clare Hall on the way home.

But the other is no better. Petite bourgeoisie hoping to climb a rigged ladder they’ll never reach the top of by repeating the mantra of their betters. The learned hegemony they spew no less ill-informed and dogmatic as their college peers who stand with a toe on the left. The latte socialist comes from the same stock as the Audi Plutocrat.

Their ideologies are groomed on the campuses of TCD, UCD, or St Pats, inculcated while involved with the Student Union, ASTI, black-tie events with Young Fine Gael.

Most, but not all. Britain suffers similar, but more extreme woes whereby politicians from all parties (not just Tory) come from the public school, Oxford Philosophy, Politics and Economics few. Just as many Labour MPs have been through the process as the Tories, they just went to Harrow instead of Eton.

It doesn’t mean that those who are privileged are forbidden from holding views on social inequality, far from it, nor is using their privilege to raise awareness and effect change. But in fairness, we’ve given that process a good old whack this last century. It hasn’t really been that effective. Thanks for trying though.

It’s not that sipping lattes doesn’t give you the right to empathy or an opinion. It’s not that activity within the liberal circles of TCD doesn’t give you well-meaning ideas. It means you’ve been isolated from those you empathise with though.

That maybe what you think they want or require isn’t exactly what they want. That why they think a certain way isn’t because they’re ignorant or racist. That how you’re told the system works might not be how it should work.

Jeff Flake’s announcement on Tuesday of his intention to resign from his Senate seat gives us a clue as to the problems we face. It’s only in resignation that Flake can speak out against the Republican party and the President.

He had to resign to say what everyone else in his party is saying. He only resigned as it became obvious he was going to lose the next election anyway. If the polls were showing a margin in his favour, he’d still be there and dissenting voices would remain at two. The Party always come first. Never us. Never the country. Always the Party. Always power.

Not just America, but here too.

Labour and the Greens sacrificed principles to remain in government. Even when it was clear they were never going to wield any influence. It’s giving them a little bit of credit that they entered a coalition under the belief that they could have influence and not that they entered because it meant they were in power.

But it’s hard not to be cynical. The answer from the established political left has always revolved around benefits. Rather than fixing anything, boom years result in burying problems in deprived areas with benefits. No hope. No Jobs. No prospects. Just benefits. Benefits that go as soon as the economy collapses. Give them the opiates, get them addicted, then demonise them as you swipe it away. But it’s great that you get angry on Twitter about it, you empathise at least.

Politics isn’t about fixing anything, it’s just a Trinity Debate Society played out in a public forum and paid for by the public. It’s about winning the debate for your side, not coming up with anything to fix things.

The political left has been too focused on debasing the right and not focused enough on helping those they claim to speak for. Mr Smith could get to Washington, but not Leinster House.

At least the latte socialists have their hearts in the right place, but it still plays into the cultural hegemony. It’s still betters speaking down to proles about what is best for them without actually listening to them.

The policies still try to work within a status quo, whereby the existing system is portrayed as being correct and natural. It’s not a chip on my should by the way, it’s a triple-fried in imported French goose fat hand-cut Russet potatoes chip served up with a dollop of Merlot ketchup on my shoulder.

Pejoratives for middle-class “socialists” have been around for a long time, we’ve just got a new one. Sometimes they’re from the right, but most have their origins on the left. As a middle-aged, middle-class white man, it wasn’t easy or pleasant to be confronted with opinions and actions that were resulting from my privilege. Doesn’t mean the accusations weren’t correct. As painful as it was, I still had to listen.

Being affluent doesn’t preclude you from having or giving opinions on social equality. But it does get grating when that’s all it is: opinion and compassion. A national flag transposed over your Facebook profile picture.

It means nothing if it’s just words. It becomes grating when you debase working class people’s Euroscepticism as racist or ignorant, yet fail to accept your pro-European view might be based on a privilege working class people may never see or get.

It becomes a (Wagyu) beef when for all the progressive talk, it never translates to votes…unless the politician is similarly educated and similarly affluent. It wouldn’t matter if in a future Gerry-less Sinn Féin, Mary-Lou was given a calculator and actually made the numbers stack up for once. You still wouldn’t vote for them. You’d give Labour and the Greens another chance (this time they’ll change, this time they’ll be different) before them.

Whether your preference is for socialism mixed with champagne, lattes or smoked salmon, it’s still from a privilege those who would benefit from a socialist democracy will never know. It’s socialists who would have never spoken to a working-class person beyond the lady who comes in to do your ironing.

Opinions are one thing, getting to an equal society is different, that requires more than outrage, it requires more than hoping something will happen within the existing privileged political system to make a change. Life barrels on like a runaway train. Except with progressive hashtags.

The only way to prove we aren’t just latte socialists is to break from the hegemony and status quo and force change. Not, as in the past, wait until change comes in the form of someone like us where the change is simply watered-down rhetoric by another from the political class.

I admit there’s a chip on my shoulder, maybe a little guilt from betraying my roots and becoming the privileged socialist I am. And I am, lattes or not.

Stop me if you’ve heard this before, but that change is happening the working class aren’t waiting for us. There’s a small irony that where the populism is on the right-wing, it is still Marxist. It’s about the elites, the control, the bourgeoisie who facilitate and maintain it. Pure Marxist theory. The difference is (actual racism aside), the populists are speaking to the working class and listening to them. They aren’t speaking at them.

Maybe there’s something to take on board here, once we’ve expressed our outrage in Twitter thread of course.

Listrade can be found on Twitter @listrade


The good news is that your preferred sexual monster is worse than my preferred sexual monster and I can prove it with quickly sourced photos from google.

The good news keeps rolling, as more and more information comes out on the full extent of their deviance, we get to feel even more secure: I’d never do that, ergo I’m not part of the problem. I can feel like a good man because I absolutely draw the line at that kind of deviance.

This is where that overused term “virtue signalling” comes in. Men commenting across the internet sharing their disapproval of “that kind of thing”. Joining in hash tags, arguing with other men about the issue. A virtuous Mr Meeseeks, I only exist to flag my virtue and once I get a like or retweet from a woman on Twitter I cease to exist. Existence is pain.

We were exposed to a similar process during what then seemed like the end of the Trump campaign over the “pussy grabbing” tapes. Slowly most Republicans stepped away from Trump purely because it was only the fact that they had conceived daughters that meant they had a conscience about Trump’s comments.

This was bad news for me. I only have a son and so I haven’t learned empathy or understood what is inappropriate. Alas, I still thought pussy grabbing was perfectly reasonable and had only just been teaching my son the most efficient grabbing technique.

But it wasn’t the end. It lasted for a few days. The main defence from Trump and his fans was that this was just “locker room” talk. Cue the virtue signalling. Several high-profile sports people flew onto Twitter to proclaim that in all their years in sports, they had never, ever, under no circumstances used such deprived language to talk about women. They never did get to take two strokes of Jerry’s game.

Not to be outdone, amateur sports men also chipped in that they too had never used such words in or out of the locker room. Thankfully, their tweets were liked and they could remember that they are the good guys.

It must come as a relief to all us virtuous men that it really is just a few limited monsters out there. But it doesn’t add up. There’s too many experiences being shared for it to just be a few bad apples.

My exposure to locker rooms…or changing rooms as we didn’t have the luxury of a locker, just an old plastic bag to stick our stuff in, is admittedly limited. But I heard that kind of talk. It may not have been as direct as grab ‘em by the pussy, but it was pretty direct.

It might not have always been in the changing room as that was usually reserved for questioning loudly why the fuck I was in the team in the first place after another defeat. But it happened in the pub after, or the nightclub after that, or at work.

The English Premiership has had its share of scandals. There was a trend for a while in the early 2000s for the descriptive act of spit roasting. Apparantly, they organised, took part in (and as was exposed at the time, recorded on mobile phones) a threesome, but never discussed it? Ever?

These are sports whereby the dressing room machismo is so elevated that it is a barrier to gay players coming out for fear of reprisals (on and off the pitch/field). Where wives are seduced/swapped. Where underage girls are texted and groomed. Where rapes occur. But not once did they ever talk about grabbing a pussy while sitting in the changing room.

I can honestly say that I too have never had that specific discussion. But I can also honestly say that I have been and probably still am part of the problem. Thankfully, the likes of Weinstein are so abhorrent that I can overlook any need to address my own behaviour because I’m not that bad.

That’s why we keep the story going. It’s one man, one monster, “not all men”. Keep it about Weinstein and not the culture that makes it acceptable.

Keep the focus on Harvey and not those that facilitated and assisted him. Agents sent their clients to him knowing what he did and would do. Managers and parents the same. But just keep the focus on him and the really bad stuff he did. I don’t want to focus on me. Look at the monster, not me.

But there’s something personally heart-breaking in reading through the #MeToo stories. I can go a few ways. I, like many, can pick out the worst examples and use it as a badge of virtue that we have never and would never do that. But I can’t. I may never have done it, but I’ve seen it. I’ve ignored some, I’ve intervened in others. It doesn’t matter though,

I recognised enough of the stories to know it’s a problem. I always had known though. I didn’t do enough to intervene or stop it. Once or twice I was the guy who’s being written about.

Each generation has a jump towards the more progressive. It’s slow and just seems to happen. What used to happen in the background now happens online and in our faces. It’s uncomfortable because it’s calling out our language and behaviour and it’s never nice to know you might not be the all-round good guy you thought you were.

My generation was the children of those who were around in the 60s. Supposedly a progressive bunch, our parents still demonstrated a tendency to be pretty racist and homophobic. We would never say the “n word”. I can’t even type it. But “Paki” was part of our lexicon as were “Paki” jokes. Weird I can type that.

Just like our parents would have been right-on about the struggles of civil rights in America and the treatment of black people, but never really extended to black people in their neighbourhood. That was different. They weren’t lynching them, so it’s not the same.

Didn’t they know how bad black people had it in America? They should be grateful. (Insert comments to a woman about the size of her boobs being ok because doesn’t she know how bad women have it in Saudi?)

Comedies of the time had no problem with white comedians telling racist jokes, mimicking black people, black-face. So much for being the great progressive generation.

But for my generation, we thought ourselves progressive and accepting of homosexuality. But we’d still insult our friends with “fag”. Our comedies and movies would have gay characters where their only characteristic was that they were gay. Ha! Class. Another joke about taking it up the bum.

I like that I can look back and wince. It shows how far we’ve come. Its sad that the story is always a lamenting “we can’t say that anymore” and never “we shouldn’t have been saying it in the first place”.

We learn. Activists stood up and said it wasn’t right and enough of us took notice to change. Comedians moan about offence getting in the way of telling jokes, but it doesn’t. Offence gets in the way of bad, lazy, cheap jokes (like the gay character). We can still have humour that pushes the boundaries, we can live without the humour that’s just lazy stereotyping.

Words are replaceable. For all the shady history of the English language here and across the world, it still has the benefit of being a very rich language, especially with insults.

There are hundreds of colourful alternatives to calling someone a fag or a retard, we can live without the offensive ones and still a fulfilling life communicating with and insulting each other.

#MeToo isn’t just about words though, it’s about behaviour. That’s harder to change. It’s harder to accept your behaviour is wrong. Words are fine, I can change them, but behaviour means I’m a bad person and I think I’m not. Questioning behaviour feels like you’re attacking me. You are and you should.

But I always knew this really.

I can join the swathes of virtue signalling guys who are mostly in denial. I can make my condemnation about “them” the really bad guys. My problem is I know I’m not Harvey Weinstein, but I might be Ben Affleck.

The virtue signalling is only about the really bad stuff. I can help make the story about just the bad stuff, not all the other stuff. I can pretend I’ve never had the discussions with the lads about the new girl in the office…the ones that went a bit too far.

I can pretend I’ve never laughed at the jokes or comments or put some creepy behaviour by a friend down to them just being a bit weird or not being able to take a drink. I can ignore what are to me the worst stories, the ones that resonate with me because they are about me. It might not be me now, but it was me.

It’s not hard to replace words and be less offensive. It’s actually not hard to listen to stories and be a little less creepy. Heck, go all the way and be completely creep free. Don’t dismiss the stories. Don’t see it as another feminist charge to control men.

These are stories are from your family, friends and colleagues. Don’t just focus on the really bad ones, we can all agree that’s unacceptable, listen to the ones that may seem relatively benign, they’re part of the same picture.

Ease off the need to signal how good a person you are, these stories aren’t being told to validate your virtue. If you don’t see yourself in at least one of the stories, then you’re a better man than I was and I salute you. But maybe you know someone who is like that, maybe we can start there.

Listrade can be found on twitter @listrade


There are few text books on how to be an adult. I don’t mean those self-help or advisory books written by do-gooders with a sample size of one, reverse engineering things they did as a definitive model of parenting or existence.

There’s nothing in there that details your attraction to “lounge wear” as you age. Or the daily hazard of sitting on your own testicles when you wear lounge wear. It’s all mindfulness, keto diets, gender neutral toys and the bold step.

My underlying secret to adulthood, parenting and existence is that I make it up every day and hope for the best.

I accept that because I’m just a normal people, doing normal things. The consequences of my actions are to myself and those I know. It is rarely a global or national impact.

Sometimes I get it right, sometimes I get it wrong. Most of the time it’s of little consequence, sometimes I have to deal with consequences. Hopefully I’ll learn from the bad stuff as much as wI’ll learn from the good stuff. Sometimes I don’t and end up sitting on my testicles again, even though I did the exact same thing the day before.

For us all, as long as we accept our weaknesses and lack of omniscience, society will probably still function. The problem comes when we expect others to have the characteristics we lack. On paper, it’s not unreasonable to expect politicians and world leaders to be competent.

I can spend my days under the dark cloud of imposter complex, pressing the right buttons, hopefully faking competence enough to fly under the radar of any real scrutiny. But we at least expect our politicians to know what they’re doing. They can’t be like me, they can’t be just making it up on the spot?

There’s a looming potential crisis that is starting to get scarier and scarier. Two sides locked in an immature battle of wills. Trading childish insults like two gamers on FIFA…or more accurately like me and my son on Pokken Tournament DX. At least he has the excuse that he’s seven.

Neither side accepting the bigger picture of impending disaster choosing to continue blindly with fingers in their ears, in the hopes that their supporters don’t stop and realise neither has an absolute clue what they’re doing.

It’s another Brexit article. At least this time it was only 400 words and an anecdote about my testicles to get to the point. I’ll tell you all my secrets, but I lied about my past.

Brexit is happening and it’s currently looking like it’s going to happen along the lines of Worst Case Scenario as was always likely in the diplomatic pissing competition the referendum created.

The problem is that there is a certain view of the harder it is for Britain and the bigger the impact on them, the better. That’ll show them to have a referendum. That’ll show the proles for not listening to their big city bourgeoisie betters. It’s the father of f**kups and you did it on purpose.

Except things don’t quite work like that. It isn’t just the UK. You can’t unravel an integrated economic, trade and governance system, even for one nation, without consequences on all. Ireland especially. The complexity of the arrangements goes some way to proving the point the Vote Leave Campaign had about bureaucracy.

Unfortunately, Leave don’t get any credit for that as they had no idea of the complexity of processes and agreements, they were more concerned that small business owners couldn’t sack an employee because she was pregnant and had to do stuff like make sure the work didn’t harm the unborn child and fill in a form too. It’s like Agincourt all over again.

The entire EU system is overly complicated and overly bureaucratic. It’s like bad coding and programming. Cut and paste rules from older code that seems to work, older redundant code left in place or just boxed off in the hope it wasn’t relevant and won’t do any harm.

Occasionally the European Courts had to step in and point out what the rules meant. Rather than admit a drafting error and change the rules to something more reasonable, the EC doubles down on the ruling, pretends that’s what they meant all along and tells everyone to just get along with it. Pretty much like every government does anyway.

The scariest thing is that I’ve got to a point where I sympathise with a British Tory Government. The sympathy comes from what I interpret as a bit too much gloating over just how bad this could be for Britain.

The vocal Remainers take a perverse pleasure in reminding Leavers that they are basically going to be screwed. It’s a laugh a minute as it looks like those most vulnerable at the moment are going to be in an even worse position post Brexit.

Then blame them for voting Labour too because Corbyn hasn’t any policy about reversing a process that even the top legal minds aren’t sure can be reversed. But he should do it any way.

There is some truth to the Tory incompetence in the whole process, it is naïve at best for them to expect the EU to give in to their demands when they are the ones leaving. However, there is justification for their view. It will be bad for the UK, but it will also be bad for the EU. Both will be hit by this process so it is on both sides to get an agreement.

The EU should have had a plan for a member leaving. It doesn’t. They didn’t expect any one to leave. The rules around Article 50 are vague and unspecific. There was no planning by the EU for this eventuality. Not even when the European Parliament started to become filled with Eurosceptic parties on the left and right three years ago.

It’s not like it’s been a staple of business contracts to have detailed conditions on exiting the contract and a requirement for an exit plan for years. It’s not as if there wasn’t a model that could have been used.

The EU seems to be getting all the sympathy, but its position of a hard Brexit is going to have a significant impact on numerous current EU members. Ireland being one.
It is clear the EU doesn’t want this to be easy for the UK so that other member states don’t get any notions of leaving either. But that line is as naïve and malicious as the UK’s.

The line being spun to Ireland and others a vague promise that we can all mop up the multi-national exodus from the UK. But that is a long-term impact. The short-term should be worrying everyone.

Car manufacturing in the EU relies on bits and pieces of cars being manufactured in different plants in the EU and then shipped to another plant in the EU and being assembled into a car. No tariffs and no border controls. In 18 months, with the hard Brexit, anything made in the UK will no longer benefit from this.

It isn’t just finished goods, it’s parts too. Manufacturing in Poland is likely to be hit unless there is a deal on tariffs and or assembled parts being moved to and from the UK. The lead-in to moving the UK-based work to within the EU is pretty much past the point where it would be finished in time for Brexit. Sorry Poland.

And what will happen when there is no agreement on movement of labour? The newest EU members like Romania still have significant unemployment. Like Latvia before them, like Ireland, they benefit from mass economic emigration as they save on welfare payments. In 2015 there were 220,000 Romanian immigrants in the UK (Tony Blair said it would be a tenth of that). Where do they go? Back home? Romania couldn’t cope with that.

It’s unlikely Germany or France could (or would) accommodate them. And that’s just the Romanian Diaspora, there are 3 million EU citizens in the UK. Where will they go if the EU continues to not accommodate a deal?

Of the 3 million, just under half hare working at the moment. That’s 1.5 million jobs the EU needs to replace. Where will that come from? Some companies will move and take those employees with them. Some will close altogether. Some will move work to existing locations. There’s no guarantee the work will follow.

Then there’s the 900,000 who are family or looking for work. That’s a lot of people to be accommodated elsewhere within the EU. But the EU’s stance is going to force a hard exit whereby those people may have to relocate.

No deal is possibly as disastrous for the EU as much as the UK. Ireland stands to lose considerably with Brexit. While we try to seduce the multi-nationals to base themselves here. It isn’t without competition from elsewhere. It’s also likely to be more financial companies basing themselves in Dublin.

That’s unlikely to help the border businesses or employees that will be affected by a hard border. It won’t help the regions who aren’t quite meeting the pace of recovery that Dublin has. We’re unlikely to get any manufacturing, we just don’t have the infrastructure and again, a fair portion of the service industry for manufacturing is based in the North. Oops.

Instead we’ll have a few big names setting up an office on in the Docklands. Announce huge jobs, but forget to mention that most of those jobs will already be filled by the company. But at least there’ll be a few part time cleaning jobs going and we’ll always need more baristas.

I was prepared to give the benefit of the doubt to the government that behind the scenes Ireland (and others) were lobbying for a softer Brexit. To convince the EU to stop acting the maggot and think of the impact on EU members.

Then we get a budget that has no preparation for Brexit. Good luck border towns, at least you’ll get a fiver a week more when you’re out of work.

I get it, it’s fun to laugh at the Brits, a bit like the What Could Go Wrong gifs on Reddit and idiots getting predictably hurt. But it’s time to stop buying the EU line that their position is correct or justified. It’s time to stop thinking of them as master negotiators against the flailing UK delegation.

They failed to plan for any member state exiting. They are willing to sacrifice several smaller members in order to provide a deterrent to leave and prove some petty point.

If the motivation for the EU really was harmony and prosperity for all member states, then their position shouldn’t be dragging down smaller nations in order that France and Germany keep up the impression of being strong and decisive.

I suspect the truth is that just like the UK had no idea what was embodied in membership, the EU didn’t either and they’re just making it up as they go along.

Like me.

Listrade can be found on twitter @listrade


The left has always had a strange relationship with George Orwell. He was and always was a solid socialist or social democrat. One of them, I’m not entirely sure what sub-genre of left political movements is which.

He was briefly a communist, but his dalliance with that part of left politics was short and unhappy. Out of necessity, he joined the Communist Party in order that he could fight for the Republicans in Spain.

Despite the common goal of fighting fascism, more battles were fought between the Republicans themselves as the Communist (under the support of Stalin) fought for leadership. Ultimately, using propaganda to portray all non-communist Republicans as traitors and spies. Orwell took a bullet in the neck for his principles.

Even from the early days of publication, the right has taken Orwell’s most well know works, Animal Farm and 1984 as parables against the left. Specifically, communism.

Orwell constantly checked his own beliefs and values. His opposition was Stalinism, not communism. His opposition to the Communist Party was their blind devotion to Stalin. They opposed fascism when Stalin did. Supported it when Stalin did and went back to opposing it when Stalin joined the allies in World War Two.

Orwell, at least initially, saw himself as a Trotskyite. Essentially, more anarchy and trusting people to be inherently good, less totalitarianism and genocide.

However, his one constant was that he opposed totalitarianism in any form. Stalinism and Fascism were held in equal contempt by Orwell.

He repeatedly stated he was a socialist democrat. Not liberal, not centrist, left. He saw his works being selectively quoted by the right, in the same way Darwin’s whole theory would be used by Capitalists and Libertarians when it suited them. You can’t teach evolution in schools, but we can throw out “survival of the fittest” to justify right wing social policies.

Orwell was rooted firmly on the left. He put socialist principles and support of the needy at the top of his values..He was also a raging homophobe. Like, hated them. Which is awkward. But it doesn’t come up much in conversation.

Bertrand Russell, a brilliant mathematician, eminent and important philosopher, gave the world a summary of Western Philosophy so we could all have a nice thick book on our bookcases and pretend we were smart. Also gave the world the greatest portrait picture in the world. An atheist who could deconstruct religion and its beliefs without the egotism, aggression and “look at me I’m so smart” of Dawkins and Hitchens. Wrote a gripping review of the inherent features and worrying aspects of power, those who seek it, those who gain it.

Then spends a chapter, right in the middle of the book stating why women will never be able to attain or hold power, because, you know, all that wimmin stuff. It doesn’t come up much in conversation.

Norah Elam was a leading figure in the Suffragette movement. Imprisoned three times (alongside Emmeline Pankhurst) for her political activities. She was labelled a terrorist for daring to go out in public and say that women should vote.

She was also Irish, born in Dublin. She was part of the few that changed the world. She rightly celebrated for being a Suffragette, a feminist and even back in the early 20th Century the founder of the anti-vivisection movement.

She was also a fascist. A literal Feminazi. She wasn’t alone. There were a few others who actively took part in the Suffragette movement who went on to join Oswald Mosely’s British Union of Fascists (Black Shirts). It doesn’t come up that much in conversation.

I bring this up, not necessarily as a criticism of the people, though that is part of it, but by way of a follow up to an issue I left hanging in my last article.

I made an effort to add some nuance to the issue of people voting for Far-Right parties. Arguing, after long winded irrelevant personal anecdotes, that it may not be as easy as saying everyone is racist.

There is no doubt that a consequence of this voting pattern is that it has empowered those who are racist, but more importantly: if those who voted aren’t racist, they were willing to overlook overt racism when casting their votes. That is true. That is a concern. The implication is that they may not think they are racist, but by virtue of overlooking racism, they are racist.

As is apparent from the opening paragraphs of this piece. I will bore people for hours on Orwell, his politics and his works.

He managed to write about poverty without patronising those he wrote about. He managed to explain his politics objectively. You knew what he stood for (if you cared to read his work unlike most right-wing commentators who selectively quote him). He had proven how far he will go to defend his principles.

In part my obsession with Orwell was fuelled by the Communist’s Party’s rejection of Orwell. He was my rebellion, my punk. But in the main, I understood, agreed with and wanted his vision of a socialist democracy.

But, again, he was a raging homophobe. He made no secret of it. It was known at the time. It is known now. Am I homophobic for overlooking his homophobia in favour of politics that suit me and my roots?

Granted, it is a weak comparison. Orwell didn’t put his homophobia at the front of his beliefs. He didn’t push for socialist democracy for all except homosexuals. His answers didn’t revolve around blaming homosexuals for the plight of the working class. But it is still a big thing to overlook.

My only comfort is that the cognitive dissonance required to overlook on-the-record behaviour that clearly contradicts my own morals and ethics to like Orwell isn’t some intellectual defect on my part, it’s just another aspect of who we are.

There are some good descriptions of this in two books for those interested, “Sapiens” by Yuval Noah Harai and “Built on Bones” by Brenna Hassett. These chart the rise and development of the human species.

There were certain ideas we needed to go along with as a collective before we could evolve into what we were to become.

One was empathy, as demonstrated with caring for elderly and sick rather than leaving them behind to predators, one was a moral code of acceptable behaviour that would make it easier to live as a collective, cooperative group and one was cognitive dissonance. We wouldn’t have formed in groups with leaders without it. We wouldn’t have equated power and leadership with wealth material possessions without it. We wouldn’t pin our colours and support to obviously flawed and corrupt leaders who do not have our interests in mind without it.

The entire construct of power and leadership relies on cognitive dissonance (but not women according to Bertrand Russell). Any power, any political party, any person held in esteem for their opinions gets there in part on their words and actions, but also because a group of people are prepared to ignore obvious hypocrisies. Left, Right, Centre, all of us.

Just how racist were the working class Brexit voters? According to the London-based media: very. Not just racist, but stupid and uneducated (the BBC still has its breakdown of the Brexit vote based on those who never went to college}.

They were taken by surprise with both the turnout in these areas (over 80% in many) and the strength of voting to leave (over 60% in many). It’s the same shock the coastal media had in America. The same the West German-based media had this week.

Less than a year after Brexit, there was a general election and the London-based media decided that this would be the death of the Labour Party. All those uneducated, racist working-class northerners have moved away from Labour (the Labour party that has always had its roots in Euroscepticism before its centrist shift). They would now show their true colours as Tories or UKIP.

Labour gained 34 seats. Jeremy Corbyn increased Labour’s share of the vote by more than any other of the party’s election leaders since 1945.

UKIP gained no seats and returned no MPs. Bloody racist Brexiters, suddenly not being racist like everyone expected. Maybe they weren’t quite as racist as is reported.

Sadly, maybe racism isn’t as big a deal-breaker to them as it is to many of us. That they aligned with the principle of Leave, rather than those who were behind Leave.

Trump’s rallies show his true base. The true, ugly, white racist misguided patriotism that existed before him and has been empowered by him. But that base couldn’t have got him elected and won’t sustain him as he isolates more and more.

It was the other blue-collar workers, like the miners in Philadelphia. I’m not sure how pointing out that there’s thousands of jobs in California installing solar panels, that coal is bad, that their bosses are evil, helps them find work or feed a family.

Only one person said they’d help them. It was a lie. But after a decade after the economic collapse being told they should vote for a “greater good” that would inevitably see them slip further behind wasn’t going to be a strong message. It’s easy to be less selfish when you are comfortable and doing ok.

None of this justifies the decision to overlook racism and far-right politics, but it does show how much the left moved away from speaking to and for these people. There was only one side offering them hope, even though that hope was hung on dangerous, odious hate.

With a very short campaign in the last UK general election, Corbyn went from a perceived joke to a viable candidate. Little or no media support, little or no Labour “elite” support, little or no “twitterati” support. Those that were supposed to have been ignorant racists who had switched to Tory or UKIP got behind a campaign that offered them hope.

Ireland has repeatedly rejected every attempt at a far-right party, but there was something in the water protests that is telling. Like Brexit, the issue was important, but it was also a cause and an opportunity for those who have been left behind to protest against those who have ignored them.

It was a rejection of the Government, more importantly a rejection of Labour, a party that is no longer their voice.

That voice is being filled, whether you like those who are filling it or not. The pattern isn’t so much far-right, the pattern is activity among those who have been hit the hardest by austerity rejecting the status quo. When there is a party on the left offering that rejection, people side with them.

The overriding motivation isn’t bigotry, its hopelessness and desperation. If we let that gap be filled by those who peddle hate, then we will see the rise of a strong far-right. If, like in the last UK general election, we offer a viable alternative, then people drop the far-right like a hot stone.

To varying degrees we’re all influenced by cognitive dissonance especially when it comes to politics. What we decide is acceptable dissonance depends on both our own sense of “red-lines” and our circumstances. The more desperate, the greater our sense of injustice, the more we’re willing to overlook for a message that we align to.

State your heroes and in no time I’ll be able to show up some hypocrisy. Left, Right, Centre, they’re all flawed. It is just a matter of how much you’re willing to overlook.

Hang down your head for sorrow, hang down your head for me. I’m no better.

Listrade can be found on twitter @Listrade.


Back in the summer of 1989, I had a collective “what the f*** was that?” moment with a small group of friends.

I’ve stolen the WTFWT term from the DJ Andy Kershaw, who has used it to describe moments in his life where new music has stopped him in his tracks. A song or a gig that suddenly snaps you out of your thoughts or movements, takes your full attention and things are never the same again as your musical journey takes a new unexpected twist.

We were watching, as we did in between NES sessions (memory dictates it was Zelda, memory could be wrong), pirated Skateboard videos. I wasn’t a skater due to being crap at anything physical or skilful outside of computer or board games, but my friends were.

My interest was in the music in the videos. While we had stalwarts of underground music available on the radio, the real underground music could only be found on Skate videos.

And so, one summer, we’re watching these kids from California dreaming of their lifestyle. Cool clothes, empty pools in their back garden, huge municipal skate parks and sun. I’m just watching, pretending I know what the tricks are.

About halfway through the video we stop. A song opens, an opening guitar hook, a scream and then “God, what a mess, on the ladder of success.” We were introduced to The Replacements.

The song played through in mutual silence. When it finished, we shared a look of what the f*** was that. Rewound and spent the next hour rewinding and replaying, while trying to record the song onto a tape from a cassette recorder held up to the TV speaker.

Context is everything. It was 1989, we were 15, it was a small town and the only option for employment was a local factory which was just going through another round of mass redundancies.

As Tommy Tiernan said,“We couldn’t have found work even if we’d have wanted to.” Our hormones had drawn us to the angst of Husker Dü, Dinosaur Jr, etc, but there was little that expressed just how bad the outlook for our generation was right then.

Now there was The Replacements. Past their peak and on the way out as a band. They’d never been the darlings of the European music press or radio, that had been reserved for REM and the Pixies. They became the perfect “cult” band for us.

Nobody liked them anymore, not that many liked them in the first place. We couldn’t be accused of being the late 80s version of hipsters.

Nothing can ever do as much justice to the self-destructive, troubled history of the band as last year’s  biography “Trouble Boys” by Michael Mehr. Everything was always a fight.

Recording albums started and continued to be a nightmare between the general belligerence of the band to accommodate the opinion and advice of the producer and the short window of ability to actually play and record due mostly to alcohol. They fought with themselves, but especially with anyone who was in authority.

Despite all that, they were still on the cusp of fame all they had to do was play two songs on Saturday Night Live. Stay sober, not mess about. Just go on and play. Of course they got blindingly drunk and their now notorious set effectively saw them banned from mainstream television.

Through my obsession with everything Replacements related, outside of the music, there was one key thing that had me hooked. I knew these guys. I went to school with them. I was related to them.

There but for the grace of God, I could have been them. Except, due to lack of talent, I wouldn’t have been in a band, I’d have been dead, or in the army, or on disability, or stuck in that gap of people in their 40s and 50s, unemployed and 10-20 years too young for anyone to take on.

There but for the grace of god, I’d have probably ripped up my Labour membership and looked at the populist far right too.

The Replacements weren’t right wing. They weren’t left wing. They were pretty much that politically apathetic, angry at everything, cynical, beat-up, desperate, no prospect youth that is out there outside of the main metropolitan areas.

As with me and my friends, the release for that life, the escape, was music. For most of us, it only ever got to be a mental escape, living vicariously through the words and musicianship of our betters. But for a few, like the Replacements, it really was the only thing they could do to escape their lives.

It’s easy to see, reading about their early years in Minnesota (the bad part as opposed to Husker Dü’s decent part) how these guys are now the angry disillusioned on 4Chan or Reddit.

As sweeping a generalisation as the portrayal of every Brexit voter as a racist northerner or Trump supporter as a redneck hick. Culchies in their bootcut jeans, wearing their county jersey to the local sticky carpets nightclub on a Saturday, slavishly voting for FF or FG and only sympathetic to the Church.

Anything outside our enlightened metropolitan perspective, generalised with a simple retort. You’re just a bigot. Your opinion cannot be one of personal experience or nuanced. I can support the Palestinian plight, but not terrorism. I can be anti-Israel policy, but not anti-Semitic. I can have nuance, but not you.

They are the Bastards of Young, just as I was, just as The Replacements were. Except, for my generation it was pre-internet, the left was still a viable alternative. It wasn’t centrist. It was left.

It was populism of its day, speaking to us with little and little prospects of anything different. There were few saying anything different, our boogeyman was those on the right, those who espoused Thatcherism or Reaganism of the time.

Then as the left moved more to the centre, as the prospect of them achieving power became a reality, that attraction was no longer there.

We were told globalism was good. Relaxing financial regulation was good. You were a racist if you disagreed because you’re putting yourself and your family’s need for food and shelter over the new location of your factory in India and their needs.

You’re only angry because you hate brown people. Here’s a few bob to retrain at FAS as a forklift truck driver, there’s loads of call centre jobs in Dublin, you just aren’t trying hard enough.

The blame shifted and there was no one else offering people a political answer. If you didn’t agree with centrist politics, you were wrong, backwards, and a bigot.

And so that void was filled online for the youth and it was filled by the Far Right for the older generation. It didn’t have to be, but we didn’t all party.

Centrism made things good for the lower middle classes and above. Benefits and handouts became the unsustainable pay-off to those who were being left behind, while we sold their houses from under them and sneered at them for having a nice telly.

But it wasn’t benefits they wanted, if we listened, it was a chance, it was prospects, change. Like 81 years ago, the British who took part in the Jarrow March, they weren’t going to London to hand in a petition for more handouts (after devastating and crippling welfare cuts…thanks for war lads, sorry we broke your industry in the meantime), they went to ask for help, help in getting work.

After the 1980s when it became necessary to make that request again and after decades of successive governments, successive political parties ignoring the request, this time around Jarrow voted Leave.

Of course, they’re just racist. It couldn’t possibly be nuanced.

There was no “Road to Wigan Pier” for this generation. Nothing written or spoken about to give the middle classes a nod to what was happening on their doorstep. Instead they were portrayed as lazy, entitled, criminal, cheats and now racist. Poverty was global, they just didn’t know how good they had it compared to others.

The violent few on the left. The anti-Semitic few. The “snowflake” (for they exist) few. The “virtue signalling” few. They don’t speak for us. They don’t portray us on the left.

We get riled up when critics use them as sweeping generalisations of all that is wrong with the left. These few exceptions are used to belittle and undercut a socialist democrat’s argument. We are nuanced in our opinions from our experiences.

There will be those who voted for AfD who are just filled with hate and racism. Just as AfD feed on that with their own brand of populism. But there will be many who have been left behind economically and politically.

The parties that used to speak for them long ago abandoning them or ignoring them or dismissing them as protectionist racists just because they’re thinking of their own difficulties and not thinking about the wider issue of global poverty. If there is only one party speaking to them, how else can they engage in change?

The door was left open to those who would speak to and speak up for this now growing population. The left abandoned them and left the void open to the far right to peddle hate and offer hope.

It’s not too late though. Regret over Brexit and Trump shows this (if only we could stop sneering at them). It seems that in a pique of hopelessness and no other alternative people have opted for extreme votes.

As the dust settles, they have realised what they overlooked in their protest. Give them the alternative and the rise of the Far Right can be stopped.

The alternative has to be prepared to listen first without judgement, without interrupting with their own views from their metropolitan biases.

The ones who love us least are the ones we’ll die to please. There but for the grace of god went I.

Listrade can be found on twitter @listrade


Looking back, my childhood wasn’t normal. It was at the time, you accept circumstances as a child. That’s just how it is. That’s life and life is what you know. But it was only when I left home and started mixing with others in college that I started to grasp just how different things had been.

I was shocked to find out that others hadn’t gone on Union marches and protests from the age of five. Initially, this was probably more of a lack of babysitter issue than indoctrination to a particular cause, but march we did. Joining in with chants that were meaningless to me and my sister.

Taking turns to hold banners, knowing that at the end of the process would be a warm bottle of “non-corporate” pop, a paper straw that collapsed in on itself after two sips and a packet of crisps.

Others were taking swimming lessons, in football teams or watching Saturday morning cartoons. We were running around playing hide-and-seek while the local Labour group met to organise canvassing for the local candidate.

We’d tag along, knocking on doors, handing out leaflets. On election day, we’d spend our bonus day off school at the polling station giving out Vote Labour stickers.

But the “cause” stretched further into our lives. Prohibitions were placed on any entertainer who had ever expressed any sympathy towards anything other than full Marxism. This left quite a void in the TV schedule.

Kenny Everett was banned (he professed a fondness for Thatcher), Cilla Black gone (same), Dallas and Dynasty violently switched off in disgust, even if it was a short promo, even when it was a news item for “who shot J.R.” because of their promotion and glorification of capitalism.

The list of the banned and the suspected political enemies rivalled McCarthy’s black list (a list that featured strongly in our house as a list of entertainers it was OK to watch and support).

I also learned the concept of hypocrisy as watching and supporting Liverpool Football Club was encouraged, despite several of the team being quite fond of lower taxes and Mrs Thatcher. It didn’t matter, Shankly was a socialist, even though he had recently died, which meant Bob Paisley was too. That was all that mattered.

There was a small sense at the time that we were missing out on something. School ground discussions on the previous night’s television would naturally cover some of the banned programming.

You’d just nod along and pretend you were in on it, laugh along with the others, “ha, yeah that was classic”, repeat the catchphrase, then steer the conversation to something you had seen. Thankfully, Doctor Who was never prohibited, nor any kind of Sci-Fi. Top of the Pops was only banned when Jimmy Saville was on, but that was due to his Thatcher and Royal ties rather than prescience of any other issues.

It wasn’t until college that I played my first game of Monopoly. This came as a shock to my flatmates. It came as a shock to me that here we were, 18 years old, free from parents and they wanted to play a board game instead of going down to the Oak in Headingly and taking advantage of their £1 a pint on a Thursday.

I’d just realised that you could buy a single Pot Noodle for 50 pence in the supermarket, pay with your debit card and get cash back. Due to the early stages of this technology, it didn’t seem to check with the bank how much was in your account, so you could withdraw money that didn’t exist. I was flush with twenty quid, enough for a curry and a lot of Theakstons at the Oak.

Instead, my bourgeoisie flatmates (all broke and unwilling to take part in my Pot Noodle scheme) wanted to spend the night playing a prohibited game. A game that had never been allowed in my house, a game that glamourised all the evils of the capitalist system. I was about to be a traitor to the proletariat.

I was assured that Monopoly was true equality. This was the very foundation, I was informed, of Marxism. Everyone has the same, irrespective of race, gender, religion or politics, you start equal. Life as a game of chance, not privilege. What could be fairer?

I lost. Badly. Quickly. I had a tactic of buying the railways and utilities, an attempt at nationalisation. I kept them free of properties, determined to keep ownership with the People, to not profit from the People.

I watched for a while, made my Pot Noodle in lieu of a curry and watched as the game descended into petty arguments, jealousy, accusations of cheating and was finally abandoned. Thankfully just in time for last orders at the Oak.

The experience neither strengthened or weakened my political views, but it did stick with me. Admittedly, more for the missed opportunity of a pound-a-pint night than anything existential.

It came back to me this week, along with a disgust of Pot Noodles, a thirst for Theakstons and the first of many very uncomfortable discussions with my Bank Manager a few months later.

The now ex-Google employee made a pitch for the futility of trying to force equality and the commentariat split off into their usual divides.

In the background, actual scientists tried to debate the issues at hand aboutmale and female differences. Many are shouted down by non-scientists because their research seems incredulous to the individual’s beliefs.

It is true, men and women are different. We have the science. We don’t need to debate that. The differences do not equate to differencing abilities though. They do not equate to differing interests.

Women can be interested in technology as much as a man, that interest may arise for different reasons, but it is an equally valid and productive interest. We just see and feel differently about some things.

The criticism of the Google employee has focussed on his use of science to explain difference. It turns out he is mostly right. He may have oversimplified, he may have been too general, but his references and science check out. That argument is done.

The foundation of his argument is wrong though. This is what hasn’t been challenged enough. Through all the, mostly ignorant, arguments on science, few arguments have picked up on the assumption that a job or a workplace is inherently unequal.

Like my childhood, we tend to accept the normal as being just that. That’s how it is. Some work is ruled by pressure, by long hours, by isolation. It’s how I do it. It’s how it must be for everyone.
Come down off the cross, we can use the wood.

We all think we’re special. I’m more complex than you could ever imagine on the inside, we say to ourselves daily since 14 years old.There has to be a meritocracy because I am where I am due to merit, grit, talent and hard work. I think.

But not that lot over there, they’re incompetent, they must have something on the boss. I got where I am by working this exact way. That therefore has to be the right way. The only way.

On the surface Monopoly seems equal. We do all start with the same, there is no privilege. Tactics can only go so far as you’re a slave to the chance of a dice. But the game is rigged. The principle of the game is to win. The only path to winning is to own more and earn more than anyone else.

Not just earn more, but ensure the bankruptcy and defeat of the competition. Who says that is the right or natural way of work or life?

We accept this as natural. We play the game, happy we’re all equal at the start. Oh look! A Rick and Morty Monopoly set, how cool is that? Now I get to make a child cry as I send them into a spiral of debt.

The assumption that Computer Engineering doesn’t suit women is based on the assumption that the only way to Engineer is in isolation, for long hours, in highly stressful circumstances. This largely exists because that’s how the tech companies started, small start-ups understaffed and no money, (but enough for a foosball table).

It was their path to success so it must be the only way to maintain success right? It doesn’t matter that necessity and lack of money forced their hand. It’s how they did it, so it is how it is.

Has anybody asked if it really needs to be that way? Maybe it does have to be that way, the author of the memo never discusses this, nor do the critics or supporters. Maybe it doesn’t. Maybe it’s a pretence of equality like Monopoly, attached to an unfair, unnatural system. We’ll never know unless we ask the question.

Fitting the science to those circumstances it is possible to see why you could conclude women won’t be attracted to the tech industry, so why bother? Fine, but only if those circumstances are necessary and not just from a lack of imagination around a finding better way.

The key thing for all businesses should be getting the best employees. We know that high ability men and women avoid competitive circumstances. If you’d only ever seen The Apprentice, you could have come to that conclusion on your own, we didn’t need science.

Why would a business want to foster or develop an environment that discourages the high-ability employees and only benefits low-ability? Yet this is exactly what they do because it is all they know. We all accept this as natural as it is all we know.

I’ve played Monopoly since. It’s only a game. If I can accept the concept of dragons and magic in other games, I’m fine to accept the premise of Monopoly. Despite the unauthorised overdraft fees, I’m still sore over missing the cheap drinks when I had money burning a hole in my pocket.

But we still need to be wary and critical of ideas of equality pasted over an inherently unequal concept. We need to be wary of distractions in debates that avoid rooting out the problem.

I’ve also sent this out as a memo to my entire company.

What could go wrong?

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Under the UK’s Labour Party Manifesto “For the many, not the few”,, the words “fair” “fairly” or “fairer”, are used 40 times. For example:

On the economy:

“Labour understands that the creation of wealth is a collective endeavour between workers, entrepreneurs, investors and government. Each contributes and each must share fairly in the rewards.”

On Taxation:

“We believe in the social obligation to contribute to a fair taxation scheme for the common good.”

Economy again:

“More democratic ownership structures would help our economy deliver for the many and lead to a fairer distribution of wealth.”

And so on.

But what does “fair” mean? I know what it means to me, I know what I think fairness in application to me and my family means. I would think you too have your own definition. And I suppose your guess is more or less as bad as mine.

It’s assumed in the manifesto that we know what fair means, that we have agreed what is fair. But we haven’t. It’s not even as if there is a binary definition of fair where the left has one idea and the right has another.

The political spectrum is exactly that, a spectrum. The centre left his its own idea on fairness, which is different from the moderate left, which is different to the moderate socialist, which is different to the socialist, which is different to the communist which is different to the “hard” left, which is different to the anarchist left.

As an aside, in my younger politically active days on the left, I always admired the communists. Not communism, communists. Despite popular opinion that the active left is rife with communists, communists were always shunned from activity on the left.

There was that unwavering support and justification of oppressive communist regimes that just got a bit weird at times. Many weren’t allowed high positions in unions (unless they rejected their communist party membership) and so didn’t have the chance to get on the gravy boat of rising up the union ranks, into local politics and onto national politics.

But my admiration was more for their clear definition of fair. They, more than anyone else on the left knew what they thought fair was. Like Corbyn’s “For the many”, they recognised that there would always be a few who were in power and accumulated wealth.

Fairness then was focused on the many. Under communism, at least the majority of people are equally miserable. The communists believed that under that oppression and equal misery lay true happiness and fairness.

There was a grain of truth to this idea of happy misery. We’re never happy. Even when times are good, we complain and generate something to be angry about whether righteous or not. So why not have it so life is tough and miserable as a default.

That way you’re happy because you have a genuine complaint, but everyone is in the same boat, so you have nothing to envy. If you complain too much and start sounding a bit too revolutionary, you get shot or stuck in a gulag.

No palpitations and faux outrage for two weeks because Trump likes his steak well-done and with ketchup. Moderate grumbling, accept that everyone has it just as bad, ensure adequate stock of homemade hooch.

Most politics is based on a model of fairness and achieving that. It just varies as to what is considered fair. The problem is that there hasn’t been any real attempt to justify fair. Isn’t that the first thing we should define?

Apart from a few outliers at the edge of the political spectrum, surely most agree that society should be fair? Where we can, we should be clear on what fair is and what it means, then look to the policies that get us there.

As someone on the left, when I say “fair taxation”, there’s an assumption it’s based on a common ideal of fairness. When I want fair taxation, I want to pay less tax and have someone else picks up the tab, usually someone with more stuff than me. Maybe that is the common ideal of fairness, maybe it isn’t. Maybe we should take the time to find out what is fair.

This is where we need politicians and policy makers. We don’t need them to be ideology spinners setting policy based on an undefined output. That old chestnut of “evidence-based policy”. That old chestnut of competent and capable politicians.

The problem is that the more specific you get with objectives, the more defined your standards, the more you could be held accountable for not meeting them.

We still need those politicians though. This is where the likes of the MacGill Summer School would be ideal. A place away from rhetoric and politicking. A chance to put aside party lines and look at governance for the common good based on defining what the common good is.

Yet as both Dan Boyle and Derek Mooney have attested, we are still waiting for anything impactful to come from this event.

The extent of party rhetoric only serves the status quo of nothing ever changing, except for a merry-go-round of who is in charge and who we’re angry at. Rhetoric we all fall for.

Many with short memories (except for the younger voters who weren’t around at the time), are in the process of lamenting the eventual downfall of the Affordable Care Act. The failure to replace it isn’t a victory, it just means ACA will go and all the benefits of that system will go.

But it’s the flip flop by both sides that shows how much our opinions of fairness are vulnerable to rhetoric. The ACA was largely based on a Republican proposal (a republican leaning think tank anyway), Obama said as much. It was part of his messaging to get it passed. It first came about in the early 90s as a counter to Hillarycare.

We didn’t like it because it was suggested by the right.

Twenty years later Obama resurrects it as his proposal for healthcare. So now on the left we liked it (with caveat, the same as Hillarycare was liked with caveats), but on the right they hated it. And they still hate it, even though it was their idea. And now we really, really like it because they hate it and we think it is fair. But we didn’t think it was fair in the early 90s.

Maybe there’s a lesson there. Maybe the loud and growing hooligans of the hard left should propose right-wing policies, forcing Leo into left-wing policies just to spite them.

Maybe the lesson is none of us know what we want really, we just want the opposite of what those we consider gobshites want. And I suppose your guess is more or less as bad as mine.

Dabbling in politics from activism to public policy, there is a common thread I’ve picked up. The same thread you pick up in normal social interaction, I’m no more or less special. It’s that the majority of people are good.

The majority of people want a society that is fair for the common good. The majority don’t want harm to come to others through government policy. That includes active party members and politicians.

We’ve just split off and pinned our loyalty to a political rhetoric as if it were a lifetime pledge to our Country GAA sporty thingy team. We’ve let that lead us instead of a defined goal for society.

We tried it once, the constitution goes someway to defining a fair and just society, but we’ve come a long way since then as a society and the document itself isn’t perfect. Minor amendments don’t really do justice to how much society has changed in that time.

Maybe that is where we start. Give it a shake like an Etch-a-Sketch and redraft what we believe a fair society should look like, then look at the policies that will get us there.

First though, we should check ourselves. What do we think is a fair society? What do we think is the common good? Do our own political biases and leanings match up to that? How close do the policies and change we support come to that? Is it even possible to measure the policies we support against fairness?

*Fade out to Man in Mirror by Michael Jackson*

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During the Brexit referendum run in, Michael Gove stated, “I think people in this country have had enough of experts.” Turned out he was right.

I can see the appeal in that statement, it’s not nice holding opinions that are contradicted by experts, especially not when you’re trying to win over an electorate. Soundbites work, vague promises work, facts don’t. Facts get in the way of an opinion it took hours on Youtube to determine. Books they all know they’re not worth readin’.

You don’t get anything for nothing, remember. Sure, some traitorous, hard left, communist-type experts might argue, “well apart from air, or sunlight to name but two.”

But it’s not relevant that you do get quite a few things for free (Laws of Thermodynamics permitting, but that might involve experts) nor is it relevant that the vast majority of people aren’t asking to get everything for free. It’s all about the snappy soundbite that avoids any solution.

Lack of solution isn’t a bad thing, as long as we are brave enough to admit we don’t know right now. Solutions to problems are usually in short supply, but they tend to only come about when you ask the right question or find out find out what the problem is. Politics on the other hand is mostly about creating a problem that fits your pre-ordained, party-line solution/ideology.

Plato was a good man for getting to the root of the problem. He asked the right questions. His problem was that he wasn’t great at the solutions. Which is fine because he pretended they were Socrates’s solutions. Don’t shoot the messenger.

The right question was: how do we get a fair society that benefits the majority rather than the minority? From this he had more questions like, how do you separate wealth from power to avoid corruption? How do you have a fair, balanced society if women can’t participate? How do you determine what “fair” is?

Then he went and spoiled a lot of the good work with some of his solutions. Women are restricted from participating in society because of that pregnancy and motherhood stuff. Simple answer: remove baby from mother at birth so she can get back to work.

We’d better hope Leo didn’t cover Plato in his leaving cert.  Removing children was across the guardian class (Police, Civil Service, etc) in order that they were free from nepotism. You can’t give your kid a job, if you’ve no idea who your kid is.

Even though some stuff like this remains unworkable, like creating a guardian class who are not allowed possessions (and therefore cannot have wealth), Plato finds the problems. That’s where politics should start. Like: how do you separate wealth from power so that power can’t be corrupted? It’s not as if we haven’t seen continual, major implications of failing to do so in the short history of this nation.

You don’t get anything for nothing. Except illegal state aid on taxes. Or corporate welfare.

This isn’t to say the left has answered the problems either. The central problems identified by Plato remain unfixed. The left, the centre and the right maintain the status quo of power and wealth being together, except with disagreements on the fringes of tax and welfare for the few.

Solving those problems requires long-term solutions. Few politicians are brave (or competent) enough to look to solve an issue when the solution won’t be realised for several election cycles.

We could find a solution to power and wealth, but it’ll take a while so nobody will vote for me, instead here’s a short soundbite about some vague thing to be angry about. Google Tax! Immigrants! That’s the generous answer, giving politicians credit for knowing what the answer is and being calculated and self-serving. The less generous answer is they are just bad at their jobs.

In many cases we haven’t even tried. There are TDs who have business interests (vintners, landlords, etc), business that are directly affected by the decisions they do or don’t make. Businesses that, as it turns out, are rarely impacted negatively by their decisions. TDs get to set their own wages and benefits. They get to accumulate wealth along with having power.

Left, centre, right, they all voted for their own pay rises. They all voted for unvouched expenses. They all kept the civil services untouched with senior civil servants getting richer. Even without light-touch regulation, even without corruption, those in power have made it so that they accumulate wealth. Every unit of the state has those in power accumulating wealth.

This is not conducive to a fair society. Now, if only I knew what a fair society looked like.

According to Plato, those who would know what fair is, what right is (the correct right, not the other right), would be philosophers. Elders who have been groomed and educated in ethics and knowledge. Not the wishy-washy philosophers we know contemplating existence.

These philosophers would make the decisions, the guardians would implement, the rest could get on with our lives safe in the knowledge we are protected and it is fair (plus we have the wealth seems a good deal).

The problem is that being ruled by an unelected class of those who know better has always made Plato’s ideals appeal to tyrants and dictators. Instead of actually knowing better, these tyrants just think they know better.

But in reality you can take any text any writing and twist it to your agenda. All you need is to stick with the bits you like and ignore all the rest. I could probably find a few soundbites and faux-philosophical musings from a Wanderly Wagon script if I tried.

Plato’s Philosopher’s really would be as horrendous as they sound if they came into being, but again, the problem they solve is a sound one. Too much of politics and rule (whether democracy, autocracy, theocracy, monarchy, etc) is based on rulers who have a belief in answers rather than knowledge of the answers.

Party politics are driven by a belief, it doesn’t matter what you know, if you want to be a party member you have to align to core beliefs and values. This doesn’t have to be religious, it just has to be something you hold as true no matter what the evidence says.

According to Plato, rule should be based on demonstrable truth and knowledge, not what an individual believes. It’s hard to find anyone in modern day politics whose complete policies or manifestos are evidence-based. Most are based on the sense of what they or their party “feel” is right, rather than what is right.

Skip over the Plato idea of Philosophers being schooled in what is right by people who know what is right. Start with fundamentals like scientific evidence or principles of risk.

Humans are pretty bad at analysing and understanding risk. It’s why we do dumb things and hurt ourselves and others. But risk can be estimated and scaled. It’s not a prediction, just a quantification of probability (another thing people are bad at understanding).

Take the drug policy across most of the western world. Take David Nutt who researched the risk of drugs. Take the UK Blair government at the time who saw the report and then sacked David Nutt as chairman of the Advisory Council on the Misuse of Drugs because he published a scientific report that went against what they believed.

But it is all there, open to peer review and correction (which it has been where necessary). Alcohol is more harmful to society than Crack and Heroin. Horse-riding is more dangerous than taking ecstasy. With everything taken into account (frequency of use, reported injury and illness) current government policies do not meet the actual risk posed by drugs.

Most of the risks that exist are directly attributed to the current illegality of drugs rather than the drug itself. Does that change your views on drugs?

It has yet to change any politician’s views. Drugs have to be bad, because that’s what I believe. It’s incredulous that they could be anything but harmful, because that’s what I believe.

People will spend more time researching why David Nutt’s report is wrong than they will reading the actual report. More effort has been put into finding a way to find a tiny thread to confirm an existing belief than face an uncomfortable truth. When that fails, sack the messenger and just lie.

Take all other policies, how are approaches to welfare, to jobs, to homelessness, to health based on knowledge? We may all enjoy a good debate around what we believe is the cause and solution behind these, but do we actually know? Do the people we have elected know, or are they just basing more policy on belief?

Like the belief that the best way to run things like healthcare is to be more “business-like”. The fundamental reason for healthcare is an empathetic and humanitarian one, very few successful businesses exist based on empathy. It’s a service, but not a service like the “service industry”, it isn’t to fill a gap in needs or skills, it’s to keep people alive.

Businesses exist for profit (not that there’s anything wrong with that), can you run a humanitarian enterprise as a business? I don’t know, but then I doubt that those who advocate for that know either.

This is where any interest in politics and civil society can become depressing. We’re all great at spotting problems and mapping solutions to our existing beliefs. We all compromise on who we vote for and who we elect. One person or one party tends to tick more boxes in my beliefs than the other.

I’d be happier under a left government, but they’d still be crap and fail to identify the real problems in how we govern. They’d still ignore any evidence that went against their core values, no matter how true it is. They’d still vote to give themselves pay rises. They’d still fail to address obvious corruption. There’d be no change and people will still suffer.

Happy days.

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